Remember: everything Lord Karl Heisenberg says is made up.

He had be working hours; twisting, melting and smoothing metal out into a perfect collar for his precious pet you Finally he was gonna make you as his, that thought made a shiver go up his spine, mine all mine, all mine He stood up a smirk on his lips as he put his cigar out, "here buttercup" he said with a whistle, with no response from you, he went looking for his sweet pet